Песня: G Shyt [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] Adjust my Louie V vision Fall up in the spot As long as me and my gang get in Every n-gga I came with, came to spend chips On popping champagne and tipping waitresses G'd up, what you think this is? Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama speed up Pop the cork, roll the weed up Nowadays ain't f-cking with the bar Still aint nothing changed but the horses in my car Usually ain't into showing hoes where I live But tonight we gon' go to my crib Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes He don't know what I did, drop you off at your whip Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga calling Think he starting to catch wind Look at your phone, press end Can't hurt him with what he doesn't know Plus you figure we're both grown, come on
[Chorus] Money ain't a thang Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me That's the kinda G-Shit I'm on G-Shit I'm on, G-Shit I'm on Got n-ggas rolling weed Bitches with their hands in the air Tell the DJ damn that's my song I ain't trying fall in love with you Let me fill your cup then find our way home
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] High off the life I'm living Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not do You probably gonna give in Say it's wrong, I call it a statement for the mission To get you high as you want, break dress code Skip the line to the front Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down Roll another one ? a couple of you, bring my brother one The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't f-cking with them That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips Buy the champagne and spill it, we don't save a sip And you here with me in VIP taking risk Home girl saying shit like "Rose my favorite" Plus I'm rolling up all this weed you ever smell Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell
[Chorus x2] Money ain't a thang Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me That's the kinda G-Shit I'm on G-Shit I'm on, G-Shit I'm on Got n-ggas rolling weed Bitches with their hands in the air Tell the DJ damn that's my song I ain't trying fall in love with you Let me fill your cup then find our way home
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